In Time Of 'The Breaking Of Nations'

I

Only a man harrowing clods

      In a slow silent walk

With an old horse that stumbles and nods

      Half asleep as they stalk.

II

Only a thin smoke without flame

      From the heaps of couch-grass;

Yet this will go onward the same

      Though Dynasties pass.

III

Yonder a maid and her wight

      Come whispering by:

War’s annals will cloud into night

      Ere their story die.

The title refers to Jeremiah 1.20